Page 14 of Girl Code
He jerked her to the edge of the vanity and took hold of his erection, “Watch. Watch how we fit together. Perfect.”
Mickey did as he ordered. Her dark gaze didn’t leave that space between their bodies where he pressed forward, sliding into her. Only when he was halfway to heaven, her body gripping him tight as he slowly rocked forward and back, giving her time to adjust to his invasion, did her eyes flutter shut. He stared down at her face then, so beautiful, so lost in pleasure, and he lost himself in her completely.
He shoved inside her in one hard push and they both cried out. Mickey’s hands, which had been around his neck, scraped down his back. One of them ended up on his ass, her short nails biting into his skin as he flexed and pumped and she held onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He gripped her tight with one of his hands too, supporting her back, keeping her steady as he pounded into her. His other hand ended up braced against the mirror behind her, steadying them as their passion turned from simmering to boiling and they pushed, pulled, kissed and bit at each other.
In the end, he didn’t know how long he lasted. He only knew that it wasn’t enough. That it was never going to be enough. Being with Mickey, being inside her, those minutes were the best of his entire life and feeling her come around his cock, feeling her body accept his seed as he exploded inside her, it all just made him want to experience it again and again.
After they’d both come, they stood there for a long time, holding each other, panting and sharing breath. They kissed slowly, softly, with the patience that had fled them as they chased their orgasms. When he finally went soft and was forced to retreat from her body, he half braced himself for her to pull away from him.
When she didn’t, when she only nuzzled against his chest and yawned, smiling softly as he brushed back her crazy mess of wild curls, he knew that everything between them had changed again. Only this time, it was for the better. This time Mickey wasn’t running and even if she tried, he’d chase her down this time.
7
“Are you sure this is okay with your wound?”
“It’s fine, Mick.” Dante growled for the third time, “Come here!”
She didn’t have the willpower left to deny him. Not when what he wanted was her.
Mickey stepped into the oversized tub. The warm water on her legs sent chill bumps racing over the rest of her body. Dante reached up with his good arm and wrapped it around her waist, dragging her down so that she was sitting directly in front of him, between his outstretched legs. She leaned back against his hard chest and smirked when she felt something else, very hard, against the curve of her ass.
“D?”
He chuckled and nipped at her shoulder, “Yes, it is. He’s missed you. Just ignore him.”
“It’s kinda hard to ignore him when he’s poking me in the behind.”
“Oh, he could be poking you in the behind, if you ask real nice.”
Mickey giggled and squirmed against him. He chuckled and held her by the hips again, making her still in his embrace. The warm water lapped at her body and Dante’s arms encircled her from behind. She closed her eyes and let all of the moments of the day truly sink in.
Never in a million years could she have imagined when this day started that it would end like this.
Dante hadn’t just come back into her life. He’d turned it upside down. Or, maybe it had been turned upside down and he’d come back to right it. She couldn’t be entirely sure. All she knew was that any man that took a bullet for her and then made love to her like he did, wasn’t to be ignored. Not anymore.
She’d punished herself for what she’d done in college by pushing him away. She’d punished him too for three long years. But they’d found their way back to one another and sitting in a warm jacuzzi tub with his strong arms wrapped around her felt so right that every muscle in her body couldn’t help but relax.
“Mick?”
“Hmm?” She realized her lids had fallen shut and forced them back open. “What did you say?”
“Can I ask you a question?” Dante’s voice was soft against her ear but something about the way he said it had her few moments of relaxation evaporating.
“Of course.” She said hesitantly.
“It’s just…” Dante sighed, his warm breath causing the tendrils of curls at her neck to flutter, “When I showed up at your office you seemed so sure that I worked for NAGOR.”
“You do. You did.” She frowned and shook her head, “You worked for them, Dante.”
“Undercover.”
“But I didn’t know that.”
“I know.” He shifted slightly, tucking his face against her neck, “That’s what’s bugging me. If anyone should have been able to see through my cover, I’d have thought it would be you. Did you really think that I could work for an organization like that? After everything we went through, after what happened to us in middle school? You really thought I was working for a anti-gun law association?”
Mickey stared at the faucet on the other end of the tub. She timed her breathing to the slow drip, not letting herself react to the memories that came with the mention of that day.
Middle school. They’d been thirteen. The boy that brought a gun to school had only been fifteen but he’d shot a teacher, a classmate and then himself before anyone could stop him. They hadn’t been in the classroom but they’d been across the hall.
